“But if Hamish mac Callum still lives…” Jamie had not taken his hand from Roger’s shoulder, and at this it squeezed tight. “That’s news to gladden the heart, no?” He smiled at Roger, with such obvious joy that Roger felt an unexpected grin break out on his own face in answer.
“Aye,” he said, the weight on his heart lightening. “Aye, it is!” The fact that he would not know Hamish mac Callum MacKenzie from a hole in the ground was unimportant; the man was indeed kin to him – blood kin – and that was a glad thought.
“Where have they gone, then? Jamie demanded, dropping his hand. “Hamish and his followers?”
To Acadia – to Canada, the Bugs agreed. To Nova Scotia? To Maine? No – to an island, they decided, after a convoluted conference. Or was it perhaps-
Jemmy interrupted the proceedings with a yowl indicating imminent starvation, and Mrs. Bug started as though poked with a stick.”
Diana Gabaldon, The Fiery Cross (Chapter 8 – The Factor)